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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.