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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.