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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Swans,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Names,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.