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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.