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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.