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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.