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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.