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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
New Order,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.