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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.