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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.