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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Faust,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.