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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.