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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.