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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Crime,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.