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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Scion,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.