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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.