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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Can to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
UT,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.