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 Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Technova,
Japan,
Q65,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
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.