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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Index,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.