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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.