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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.