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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.