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-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.