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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Flipper,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Can,
Gong,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.