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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.