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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.