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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.