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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.