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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.