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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.