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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Wire,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.