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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.