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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.