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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.