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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.