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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Index,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Shoche,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.