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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.