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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Audionom,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.