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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.