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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.