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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.