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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.