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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.