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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.