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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.