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 China and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Nico,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Q65,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.