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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.