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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.