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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.