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 Belize and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
X-101,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.