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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.