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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.