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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.