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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.