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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Crime,
MDC,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Mars,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.