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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Gong,
UT,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.