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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful 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.