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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.