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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.