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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.