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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.