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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.