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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.