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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.