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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.