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 London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.