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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.