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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.