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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.