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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.