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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.