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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.