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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.