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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.