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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.