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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.