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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.