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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.