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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.