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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Television,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.