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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.