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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.