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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.