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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.