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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.