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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.