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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.