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 Greece and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.