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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.