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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.