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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.