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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.