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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.