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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.