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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.