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 Jamaica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.