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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.