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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.