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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.