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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.