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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.