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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.