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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.