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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.