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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.