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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.