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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.