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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.