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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.