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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.