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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.