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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.