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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Monks,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.