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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.