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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.