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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.