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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
New Order,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.