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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Litter,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Magma,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.