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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.