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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Flipper,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.