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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.