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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.