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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.