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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.