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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.