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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.