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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.