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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.