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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.