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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.