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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.