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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.