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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.