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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.