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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.