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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.