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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.