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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.