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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.