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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
CMW,
a-ha,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.