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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Pole,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.