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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
JFA,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.