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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.