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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.