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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.