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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
John Holt,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Scion,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.