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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.