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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.