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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.