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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.