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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Slave,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.