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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.