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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.