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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.