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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.