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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.