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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.