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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.