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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.