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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.