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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.