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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.