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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Can,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.