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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Oneida,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.