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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.