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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.