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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.