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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.