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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.