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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.