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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.