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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.