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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.