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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.