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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.