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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.