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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.