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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.