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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Index,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.