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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Mars,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.