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 Poland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
cv313,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.