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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.