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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.