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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.