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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.