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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.