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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.