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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Scion,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.