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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.