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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.