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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.