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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.