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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.