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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.