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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.