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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.