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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.