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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Zapp,
ABC,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.