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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.