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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Nico,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.