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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.