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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.