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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.