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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.