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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Can,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.