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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Franke,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.