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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.