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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.