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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.