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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.