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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.