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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.