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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.