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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.