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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.