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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.