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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.