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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.