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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.