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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.