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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Monks,
The Motions,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.