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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Swans,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.