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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.