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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.