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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.