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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.