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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.