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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.