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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
10cc,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.