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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.