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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.