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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.