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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.