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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Brick,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.