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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.