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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.