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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.