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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.