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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.