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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 New Order to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.