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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Section 25,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.