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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.