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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.