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 Tonga and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.