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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.