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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.