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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Television,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.