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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.