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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.