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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.