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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Can,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Index,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.