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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.