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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.