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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.