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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.