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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.