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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.