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 France and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.