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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.