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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.