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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Urselle,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.