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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.