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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.