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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.