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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.