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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes 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 rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.