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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.