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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.