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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fall to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.