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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.