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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.