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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.