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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.