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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.