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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.