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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Television,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.