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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.