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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.