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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.