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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Joyce Sims 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.