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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
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.