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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.