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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.