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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.