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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.