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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.