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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.