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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.