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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.