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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.