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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Monks,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.