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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.