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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.