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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.