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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.