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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.