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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.