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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.