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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.