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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.