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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.