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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.