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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.