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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Visage,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.