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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.