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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.