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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.