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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.