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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.