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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.