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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
DNA,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.