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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Rekid,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.