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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.