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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
CMW,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.