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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.