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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Qualms,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Japan,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.