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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.