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 Turkey and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.