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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
June Days,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.