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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.