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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.