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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.