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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Wings,
The Move,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.