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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.