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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Index,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.