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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.