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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.