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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.