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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.