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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.