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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.