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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.