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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.