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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
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.