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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.