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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.