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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.