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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Cluster,
cv313,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.