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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.