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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.