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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.