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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.