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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.