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 India and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.