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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.