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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Japan,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.