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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.