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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.