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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.