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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.