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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.