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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.