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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.