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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Audionom,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.