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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.