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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.