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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.