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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.