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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.