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 France and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.