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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Wire,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.