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 Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.