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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.