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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.