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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.