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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.