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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.