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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.