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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.