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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.