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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.