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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.