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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.