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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.