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 Italy 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.