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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.