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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '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 Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Magma,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.