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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.