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 Italy 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.