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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Erasure 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Index,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.