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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.