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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.