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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Slave,
Moebius,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.