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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.