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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.