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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.