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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.