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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.