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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.