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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.