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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.