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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.