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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.