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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.