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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.