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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.