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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.