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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.