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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.