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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.