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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.