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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 PIL 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.