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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.