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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.