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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.