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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.