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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.