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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.