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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.