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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.