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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.