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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.