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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.