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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Can,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.