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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.