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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.