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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.