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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.