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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.