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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Brick,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.