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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
ABC,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.