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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.