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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.