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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Q65,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.