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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.