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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.