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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.