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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.