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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.