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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.