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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.