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 United States and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Neil Young,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.