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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.