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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.