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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.