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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.