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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Crime,
John Holt,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.