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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.