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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.