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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.