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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Gong,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.