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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.