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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Japan to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.