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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.