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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.