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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.