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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.