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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.