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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Can,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.