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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.