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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Wire,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Cure,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.