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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.