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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.