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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Pole to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
EPMD,
cv313,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.