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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.