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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.