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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.