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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.