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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Swans,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.