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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.