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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Pylon,
The Index,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.