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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.