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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.