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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.