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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.