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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.