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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.