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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Scan 7,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.