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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.