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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Nas,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.