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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.