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 Laos 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.