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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.