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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.