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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.