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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.