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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.