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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.