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 Samoa 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Index,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.