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 India and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.