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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.