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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.