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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.