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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.