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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.