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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.