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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.