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 New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.