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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.