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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.