Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.