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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.