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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.