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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Gong,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.