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 Gambia and from London.
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 Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.