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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.