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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.