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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.