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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
MDC,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.