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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.