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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.