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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.