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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
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.