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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.