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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.