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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.