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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.