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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.