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 China and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.