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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.