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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.