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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
JFA,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.